Pusha T - Dirty Money lyrics

[Pusha T] Yo wattup ma' I got a pocket full of stinky's lets go spend these right quick [Girl] Whats that? [Hook - Pusha T] All my fly b**hes like (dirty money, dirty money) All my stripper b**hes like (dirty money, dirty money) All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money) Don't it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money) Now lets go shopping, lets go chill Let's go buy them new Louboutin heels Ass in La Perla, ears full of pearls Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls [Verse 1- Pusha T] Give a little - take a little, my check the dealy Most n***as is will-not's, you're dealing with a willy 3-D faces on them crisp new billies Got Benji lookin all googley-eyed and silly The glitter chill got ya mind seein milli-mill's I'm 7 figure, the bigger, your thoughts are literal See I don't blame ya, cashmeres that you feels Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel Brain like Teri, face like Eva I ain't forgettin them other Housewive's neither Two-seaters, back in the trunk, 2 feevas We stayin up till 2 a.m.to watch Cheaters As long as I'm nice with the flame and the fla** I don't mind keepin you up on them must-have's Pito pumps, Gucci slouch bags Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad? [Hook] [Verse 2- Malice] We could trick tuiton, you could be the vixen You could front for ya girlfriends, I ain't trippin' You done got you a rapper, I see ya vision And one of the best too, that's ambition You could tell me 'bout ya day, I pretend I listen And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincin' I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch Nah mama hush, you ain't even gotta speak Jus put it on ya charge, check makes ya feet Compliments of me, take the bitter with the sweet And we can get this money like its falling outta tree Come spend a dollar, yea, bathe in it, walla 17-5 for the low, tell 'em "Holla" Love you in Escada, Jimmy Choo, Prada Snow White ya life, hows that for starters? [Hook] [Verse 3- Pusha T] To my fly ghetto b**hes with their hair-shop-talk Braggin to their hair-dresser 'bout that sh** he bought To my South Beach b**hes with that sa**y walk Who ain't tryna hear nuttin if you don't ride Porsche To my get-money n***as gettin paper fa' sho Trickin' grands up in Louis for the love of the sport I tell ya, get money money, take money money, uh Dope money money is great money money, what [Verse 4- Malice] Before I'mma bicker with ya, ma, I'mma switch ya I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker By no means, am I in love with a stripper You understand that then you fit in the gla** slipper Travelin' broads, sittin' in G-4's Changin' the weather, when it rains, it pours And the crib is ajoined with French doors You rock with ya boy then anything is yours [Hook]